Thank you very much for these kind words.
I really only wanted to have fun, and I’m glad others see it that way too.
I’m sure the majority of you are lovely people, it’s sad the the first glimpse I had of your fandom was through hate… But well! You definitely make up for it! :D
Thank you, kind soul, for renewing my faith in humanity.
I hope you find money on the street today.
Since someone pointed it out to me this morning, I now know that that gif was from Yogscast.
The “Feuilly and Bahorel” caption was only there because the gif made me think of those characters, I was well aware that it wasn’t a gif of the actual characters. (The fact that um… you know, those are actual modern people and not dead fictional French revolutionaries kind of helped)
It was a addition supposed to be funny for Les Mis fans. Yogscast fans can reblog the original post without any trouble, I didn’t think it would be an issue?
Calling me an idiot is rude and your condescending tone is hurtful. I was trying to have fun.
If this is the same anon than this morning, I don’t know why you’ve suddenly decided my fanfic blog was a better place to talk to me, but if you sent this second message because of my first reply, I thought your message was meant to inform me of where the gif came from, I didn’t think you were having a problem with the caption. I still don’t understand why it would be an issue, but sorry for misinterpreting your intentions the first time? I think?
??? This whole thing is really confusing me.
Word Count: 1585.
Note: Dedicated to anastasiapullingteeth who has never ridden on a train and asked for e/R in trains. Well… she didn’t exactly ask, but I did it anyway.
The thing, about trains, is the people.
The people you meet, or nearly-meet. Those you see out of the corner of your eyes, those that brighten your day by smiling in your direction, those you want to hug because they look so utterly alone.
The thing, about trains, is that they keep moving.
Even when your heart stops, for a beat or two.
Word count: 1135.
Note: Written for Mutant Les Mis Week. Title from the poem “Dreams” by Langston Hughes.
Summary: He talks a lot, and he drinks, so that his head is fuzzy and he can no longer distinguish between the blurry lines of reality and the abstract symbolism of Dreams. (Grantaire with visions/power of Prophecy)
This fanfic was co-written by me and anastasiapullingteeth.
Word Count: 2907.
Note: Set in the same “verse” as my fic “You’ll Have To Hear ‘I love you’" and Caro’s "Among My Delirious Bones." Though I guess it could be read as a stand-alone?
Warning for: SADNESS (Seriously this fic is so sad. We both cried writing it.) and depression. (Note that we’ve written this with utmost respect for people actually suffering from depression. I can’t talk for Caro, but I’ve personally never been diagnosed with depression, this is all fiction and not based on a true experience of depression.) I should also probably warn for mild codependency. (basically, this is not a fic about a healthy relationship).
Summary: They promised each other that they would be okay. Promises are such fragile things.
Word Count: 2133
Note: Written for Les Mis Fantasy Week. I just wanted to write a thing. I didn’t know it would turn into a Thing.
Summary: Marius had always thought he was the most normal 19 year old there could be. Until he discovered a letter from his father, that he had the Sight, and that there was a whole new Other World for him to explore. AKA a modern-magic AU in which Marius totally isn’t Harry Potter. I swear. Really.